Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Desperate times call for desperate measures. And the guild was desperate for a morale booster. If they'd grown bone weary of fighting off Sveden ships (air or sea) then they'd need a change of scene.
The brotherhood of rogues was known for two things: Pirates and Thieves, and they've had enough sea shanties for one season. It was time for a little game of cat and mouse, a chance to score big, the ultimate heist, and with the military off defending crown and country, there's never be a better time than now.
It wasn't a question of whether or not they should, but rather whether or not they'd be the only ones to try it (other guilds feel free to compete!) Cait wasn't foolish enough to think her crew would be the only ones hitting the heart of social wealth, but that didn't mean she had to sit this opportunity out!
So here she was, dressed in all black, ready to raid the palace for as much as she could quietly carry. And she wasn't planning to go alone. She sat in the park across from the central square and waited for the rest of her team to rendezvous. All the while keeping her eyes open for anyone else who might cross their paths.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on May 25, 2016 17:46:44 GMT
**rrrrruuumbbbllle**
"Sorree," Thrakazog 'whispered', in an effort that was anything but. It wasn't that he was trying to be loud, he was just so... big, that even when he thought he was whispering, at best, he was making a low rumbling sound in his throat that might be misidentified as a minor earthquake. But that wasn't the source of the actual rumbling sound, which really was more of a rumble, combined with a gurgle. That emerged not from his throat, but from his stomach. Apparently, he hadn't eaten yet today.
He, like the others under Captain Caitlin's command, were here to aid on a mission of some sort. Nobody had really told him what they were doing, or why, and he never thought to ask. He simply followed orders, and so he was here. And someone, somewhere, somehow, had managed to find dark clothing that fit him. The clothing, such as it was, consisted of soft boots, black breeches, and a belt. An overshirt covered his torso, and was dark brown in colour - either that, or it had been dragged through dirt before being handed to him. And finally, he had a dark cloak over all that. The person who gave him the cloak muttered something about it being used in a holocaust, but that word was beyond Thrakazog's ability to either pronounce or remember, so he dismissed it. It was simply... black, and reminded him of the bedsheet ghost costume he wore to the Queen's Masquerade Ball this past year.
He sat fairly close to where Caitlin was, both because she was 'da boss', and because he admired her tremendously. She had been the one to give him a job when he needed it, three squares and a cot, and his first shot at skyship engines. There was no telling what Thrakazog would do for his Captain... if she asked.
For now though, he merely tried to keep his tummy from rumbling any further.
Ikuze let out a sigh of relief as she knelt on the nearby rooftop overlooking the rendezvous point for the Brotherhood's upcoming job. After that fiasco with Caitlin's father, the blue haired thief was most definitely looking forward to pulling off this heist. This was her element, this was her territory... she could finally be a thief again! So, here she was garbed all in black, even her azure mane was covered up in a black wig and flat cap hat. The hat would help keep the wig on her head in case of running required, whilst its brim would also help shield her eyes from any sudden lights, which when running with a crew of magic wielders would no doubt happen sooner or later. Her feet were covered in a pair of soft soled slippers to ease her grip on the rooftops, and provide her with a better feel of the floor once they were inside. No telling what kind of booby traps lay in store for them.
So far she could tell that Thrak had joined up with Caitlin down below. She could tell it was the giant solely from the sheer size of the man... She did wonder how well this job was going to go with a man of his size being involved in a heist. Sure, he'd be useful in case any large obstacles got in their way, or when they were carrying out a ton of loot... but for the actual infiltration and sneaking part of the job? Not exactly her first pick for a heist of this level, especially since she had never seen him do anything outside of work on the ships. This was going to be... an interesting job to say the least.
the call came in , it was a few nights ago now after the part , Rava know something like this was going to happen as she readied herself for this , wearing her leather with her mask and cape , she took most of firepower with her, she know this was going to be bloody but she owed Cait that much, it was only how far they be pushed if this went south as she walked walked into sight of Cait before siding up next to her. "evening " Rava nodded to the group that had gathered as she counted her arms under her cape , one rifle to be left as a vantage point , one shotgun 12 shells , 2 revolvers aka her pop guns with enough ammo to take on a good few men , her cutless and a dagger as well as her bag of tricks.
counting didnt seem to put away her worried through , she know what happened last time she tired to mess with royalty, she got arrested with Cait paying to get her out, this time they where about to mess with royalty again , and at war time.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 3, 2016 14:57:14 GMT
They were starting to file in, quietly, one by one. She gave each a respectful nod as they made their way over to her... all except for Ikuze who was keeping her distance for the time being. When Thraks tummy gave a grumble, Cait's face lit up briefly with a smile.
"I bet they have some remarkable food inside too," she whispered about as softly as his apology (so more or less speaking out loud, but not projecting for others to hear).
"evening," she greeted Rava in kind. Just a few more moments and they'd be ready to go in.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Jun 15, 2016 12:18:45 GMT
Waiting was... painful?
"No, that nub quite right," Thrakazog decided. He thought hard, threatening to cloud the area around his head in thick smoke from the cogs in his brain. "Fun? Nub... Mebee hard? Nub, it nub hard." And so on, and so on, as he considered first one word, then another. Words weren't his strong suit, either, so on the down side, it took a while to think of them. On the plus side, it took a while to think of them, helping to pass the time. For some reason, 'boring' never entered his mind.
After a while, though, he ran out of words and started looking around. Captain Cait was obvious and close, of course, and Thrak found himself smiling as he recalled her hopeful words of 'remarkable food inside'. When she smiled, she really lit up the room, or in this case, the park. Thrak considered that when she paid attention to him, the rest of the world seemed to fade into the background of life, like things on the edge of peripheral vision. When he worked on engines, he experienced a similar sensation, becoming sharply focused on his work. But she was one of perhaps a handful of people who had the same effect on him. Caitlin, and Lorraine.
Lorraine wasn't here though, and Thrakazog wasn't sure how he felt about that. He wasn't even sure if she was supposed to be here. The last time he'd seen her, they had been on a mission to steal a flying ship, but that felt like quite a while ago. He missed her.
A short distance away, on a nearby rooftop, a small, dark figure perched. It was the blue-haired woman Thrak met on his first adventure under Caitlin's command. She had been in the crow's nest of the ship they'd been on, the Dauntless, and had a pretty voice. She wasn't singing now though. Nobody was. They all seemed to be trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. Even the small woman in the leather cape who arrived on the scene appeared to be shadow-like. But as Thrakazog looked more closely at her, his eyes widened. She might have been inconspicuous in appearance, or fairly silent through action, but there was no hiding that she was packing a rifle, a shotgun, and possibly even more weaponry beneath her cape.
Thrakazog had seen guns before, though he didn't really know how to use one effectively. He could probably load one and fire it - it was just a machine of sorts, after all - but whether he could actually hit a target or not was questionable at best. At some point, her mask turned his way as she surveyed the people in the immediate area. But all he could do was wave meekly at her, and hope he never ended up on the wrong end of one of her guns.
So, there was only herself, Caitlin, the big guy, and the walking arsenal if she was guessing right about that being Rava down there. She sighed and rolled her eyes before looking back towards the palace gates. This heist was going to go down south quick, at least in her summary of the situation. The whole idea of being a burglar is you get in, take the stuff, and get out before anybody knows you are even in their house to begin with. But given that their team held a giant and a trigger finger bandit girl... well, let's just hope they didn't accidentally wind up hurting, or worse killing, the Queen herself tonight. That's the last thing anybody in Lodan needed right now. She peered into the distance before making a soft hooting noise, like that of the common barn owl, the signal that the guards at the gate were just about to change.
Rava know what a hast was , as she felt the only one well equipped if things went bad as they normally do as she lend over to Caitlin "so what will be the plan for this? this place is a fort due to the war" she pointed with all the guards around "we are looking at at lest a battalion guard regiment as well as the royal guards. getting in will the hardest part as well as getting out" Rava noted , she had learned from her past mistakes and know now not to rush in head 1st but this time if thing did get dicey she was ready to face it "also after this if we make it through this alive and with the treasure , you owe me a wedding " she added, she had to have some kind of motive for doing this.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 25, 2016 16:38:15 GMT
"All good observations," Caitlin commended. "But I have a plan." She smiled. They might appear to be the only three to arrive, but they were the only three accompanying the baroness. There were others, given other assignments that didn't necessarily involve going in and grabbing all they could. While it might seem like they were a mis-shappened band of rogues for the job, they were perfectly suited. Ikuze for her magic, Rava for her fighting spirit, and Thrak for his strength. Caitlin, well she was here to make sure they worked in-ten-diem. She was here to lead.
"I expect we'll see the signal any moment now...." the 'others' were set up on the western edge of the estate, ready to cause a distraction that would pull the southern guards to assist, which meant turning their eyes away from Cait and crew's entry. the minutes ticked by. Nothing happened. Something was wrong.
She began to pace. A dark shadow flitted across the roof behind Ikuze, and it ran full tilt, low to the surface like a little ninja in the darkness. It ran Westwardly. Caitlin couldn't see it, but maybe Ikuze could. There was another shadow, this one on the ground, headed southward, coming FROM the west. And it was moving stealthily slow past the gates on the ground.
"I think we'll have to make a detour." Caitlin was saying as the shadows continued creeping. "Seems our entourage has missed a step."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jun 28, 2016 6:04:48 GMT
What happened first: Edelweiss Fjäril and her informants picked up on a rumor that the Bros (ahem, I mean bores BoRs) were planning a big raid on the Queen’s palace.
What happened second: The information was shared with Lasair, who saw a wonderful opportunity in the little tidbit of information. The palace wasn’t just a place to store treasure, but also a place to store records. Information. Books confiscated from the Anders who had authored them, registries of important people who were known to be Ander, records on various spells and how they were used, and perhaps even a few pages from the Shadowworld History that were still unaccounted for. So, if the Rogues were sneaking in for gilded treasure, why couldn’t other people sneak in for treasure of a different kind?
What happened after that: The guild leaders went to work. Lasair did research, checking both the books and the masses, to find out just what kind of trove was awaiting them within the walls. He also sent messages out to the members, asking if they’d be willing to help in the battle. All the birds returned without having delivered the message—except one. And hopefully that delivery would translate to a yes. Meanwhile, Edelweiss arranged to have CAEsAL perform for the Queen and some other royalty on the very night the heist was going to take place. The best and most experienced performers were gathered to actually perform, while hidden among the crew were various people aiming to do something else with their time.
What’s happening now: Lasair stood with Edelweiss in a small room, watching as the show was getting ready to begin. Sayvahn had decided to come as well, and also with them were a few other somewhat familiar faces from the sneaky guild.
Cleaning his throat, he looked over the small group with a tiny smile gracing his features. “Would it be too terrible for me to say ‘It’s show time’ now?” After all, the plan was to sneak off while everyone was distracted. And hopefully they wouldn’t run into any pirates along the way.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jun 28, 2016 6:38:23 GMT
Guild musicians? Check. Musical equipment? Check. Any other operational equipment needed? Check. Lasair being sassy? Double check, and Edelweiss let a half-smile grow on her lips as she turned to look at the fellow guild leader. "The fact you thought of this pun while I did not will haunt me in my sleep. But no, not terrible in the least." Everything was ready, and the performers were in place. All that was left to check was the guild personel who'd be assisting them with the... non-musical aspects of this trip to the Queen's place. She had also selected and offered to any members of CAEsAL to join in, and it seemed like Lasair was bringing Sayvahn along too. On her side there was one of her informants, J, and she looked around to see if she could pinpoint Max in the little crowd formed.
it was going to be busy night , Eryn had heard about how some people where going to try and get something they wanted , and that made an opening for Edelweiss and the Fox to get something for them, she was one of the 1st to join as Mama Edelweiss asked for volunteers to help. she was with the crowd, being the smallest of the group she didn't stick out much but was ready to help when Mama or one of the others gave the word.
she checked what she had on her from memory as most of it was in her bag which was in her own pocket dimension, Her dagger as well as 8 throwing knifes which 2 of them she was already carrying in her boots , her rope and hook for climbing or to tie up things as well as 4 doughnuts, her goggles in case of very bright places. She also had all her magic ready as she spent none of during the day. she was ready for this.
skills:
Telekinesis I & II, Aeromancy I, Cryomancy I, Pyromancy I, Gating I, Health I, Kinetics I-III, Toxins I, KF I-III, SF I & II, UC I, TW I
The sound of a bird, pecking at his window was almost too unfamiliar for Sayvahn to recollect. When was the last time that the dancer had heard the sound? Had read, in frail letters the message sent from a fox, hidden in his burrow? If only it was meant for the feline, and not just a statement, a request, sent to all. There was nothing in the lines that begged “Please Sayvahn, I need your help.” No, there was no favoritism, no request. It was sent to everyone, indiscriminatingly. Sayvahn couldn’t tell what hurt more— that Lasair was able to carry on, without prejudice, or that Sayvahn wasn’t. Even if the body had been reborn, his feeling hadn’t. They still ached, eating, ever so softly within. The older man wouldn’t deny that he still yearned for the fox but at least he could avoid it with guilt. After all. This situation had been the result of his foolishness, his pride, and his errors. There was no room for love and admiration at this point— only loyalty and sacrifice. To play the part of a dancer was not hard. After all, that is often how he spent his mornings, under the alias of Alexander. Dancing, and teaching others to dance— and although going into an EIRAL protected area perhaps was not the best thing to do when wanted for tax evasion, again, the loyalty nipped away at Sayvahn’s logic. Though, maybe it wasn’t just loyalty. Part of the blonde believed that if something happened, his fox would come save him. Lowering his eyes, the older man laughed to himself. Now, that was a foolish thought.
Glancing upward, he saw the crimson angel and the deceitful one muse amongst themselves, and although jealousy bit, it didn’t bruise. Merely, it enabled the blonde to stay away, to remind himself, “You can’t be there, so don’t bother trying.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
It had been a long time since Max went out to do anything besides perform. And her performances had been coming less and less often now that her first tour of shows was finished. She was sometimes an opening act, or an intermission, but not the main attraction anymore. And she was fine with that. It was good work and she enjoyed it. Plus in her off time, she could hang out with Jasper. She had even starting going with him on assignments sometimes.
But tonight wasn’t exactly that case. Yes she was here and Jasper was here too, but it wasn’t because she was tailing him. This time she was doing guild work besides performing, something she hadn’t done in a very long time. She’d be lying if she said she missed it. It was her first time meeting the man behind the magic lessons and she didn’t much like him. But she often didn’t like anyone. Clearing her throat, she looked between everyone and asked, “When do we head out?” She had missed that part of the briefing. Jasper might have known, but she would rather ask everyone so that all could hear. Her knives (the ones that weren’t used for performing) rested in her pockets. She was ready, but for what she wasn’t sure.
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone." -Lord Byron
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Jul 1, 2016 11:28:40 GMT
"I think we'll have to make a detour," Caitlin said, and right about that time, one of the hills in the park moved.
Okay... so it wasn't an actual hill, or even a gnoll. It was Thrakazog in his black cloak. He crept closer to Caitlin, though to be fair, 'creeping' was hardly the word for his movement. It wasn't that he wasn't trying to be sneaky. It was just that if something that big ever moved that silently and invisibly, then the entire world would have to reassess what constituted a threat and what did not. Maybe it was just that Caitlin was preoccupied and didn't notice him moving. Or maybe she did notice him, and merely didn't see him as anything close to a threat, so she ignored him.
Whatever the case, Thrakazog 'crept' up behind her and tugged lightly at any loose clothing she wore, and barring loose clothing, he tapped her gently on the shoulder - as gently as his meaty finger could manage. And he whispered again in his deep rumble, "Umm... Cap'n... me nub mean to be impatie... impash... me nub mean to nub wait quiet-like, but wut's dis signal we is waitin for?"
Thrak thought that maybe, as long as they were just going to sit around out here in the park, they should get some snacks, light a fire, and tell stories to each other. That sounded a lot more fun than just sitting quietly.